In Chicago: A Frenzied Bastion of Capitalism

It is just 8:30 a.m., but the room is already throbbing with the ardent
and unabashed pursuit of money. As the pace picks up, the shouts of
jostling men rise like the roar of the crowd at Churchill Downs when
it's neck and neck in the home stretch of the Kentucky Derby. The
participants are dressed like stockroom clerks in brightly colored
cloth jackets, and they are flashing elaborate hand signals to each
other and yelling phrases in a jargon all their own. "Even 17
D's!" cries one exasperated figure as he elbows for...